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[Blades slice through the air with a whistle and get batted away easily. disappointing but still effective. The dog was catching on. In a way, that made it more fun. With a faint grin, Baroona follows up, darting under the glaive as it knocks the other blade away–his free hand snaps the cord back so the knife will return. With his other blade he stabs deep into the jackal's thigh and slices out. Tear some ligaments, muscles, something. By the way the creature howls and falters, it seems to have worked.

A snarl forewarns him–he looks up, the other side of the glaive comes down. Baroona leans back just in time. The blade enters his thigh–an eye for an eye–where it would've met his back. Fatal blow avoided, but he still barks in pain as the end is pulled out. It starts to swing down again; Baroona doesn't wait to move. Pushing off his back leg, he shoves the jackal to the ground in a tackle, wrestling and cutting with it until–with a knife buried in its throat–it stops moving.

With a heavy sigh, Baroona sits up straight, wiping the sweat from his brow and fixing the cloth around his face. On the corpse's armor, he wipes his knives clean, draping the cord around his neck as he pushes off its body to stand...

And promptly falls over into the sand. Great.

Frowning, he tries again; fails again. He keeps it up, if only because falling helps him close the distance between himself and the well nearby.]

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[No such luck. Zelos had turned with a cocky smirk to watch the results of his obnoxious actions, spinning fully in turn when it ended up better than expected. By now, he's clutching his stomach from how hard he's laughing, sword angled carefully still in his hand.]

Hahahaha, oh man, that was so lame! You should have seen your face! [Like it's not his fault at all.]

[Baroona's embarrassed–that much is clear. There's a telling moment where he blinks and shrinks back, eyes wide before he covers it up. Narrows his eyes and leans forward, mouth pulled into humorless grin.]

Good one.

[That just calls for some revenge. With some difficulty–(water is not his element)–he stands, slowly wading over to Zelos, fish dragging in the water like a weapon behind him.] I think I should return the favor.

[Yup, using the fish carcass to splash Zelos–slapping it on the water in front of him. That sure is a thing he's doing.]

Wha?-- Hey!

[Stumbling back from the splash, he takes a moment before returning with a grin of his own. Mischievous, if anything. He kicks at the water right back, sending even more at Baroona.

The height of maturity, these two.]

Oh, you wanna play it like that, huh?

[Baroona partially shields himself with an arm while leaning back, consequently hiding his smile. Still covering his face, he sweeps free arm across the surface of the water, splashing Zelos with a small tidal wave.]

Whoa!

[Zelos stumbles back a bit at that, his own arm raising with sword in hand to block bits of the splash from hitting his face. But of course, he still gets soaked.] Now you're just asking for it.

[Stepping back one more step so there's a wide enough distance, he swings his blade at the water. A force of blue strikes the water, causing a tidal wave of its own to splash at Baroona. Cheating, but he doesn't play nice.]

[Baroona lowers his arm-shield just in time to see the magic hit the water. Immediately, he shrinks back, ducking his head under his arms. It doesn't protect him much. The water soaks him thoroughly and his clothes are nearly transparent when the water passes. Gross as it feels, he ignores it, glaring at Zelos from underneath his wet mat of hair–now covering most of his face. With annoyance, he brushes it away, spluttering.]

You cheated.

[As if Baroona wouldn't, if he had the chance. But that's besides the point. Smoothing back his hair again, he pauses, blinking. Stares down at his hands which, unfortunately enough, seem to be missing the fish. His eyes widen and, hurriedly, he sloshes around, searching through the water for it.]

There aren't any rules!

[He shrugs carelessly, only blinking back into a semi-attentive mode when Baroona starts sloshing around like that.]

Whoa, wait-- Did you drop it? Come on, that one was huge! [Sloshing forward himself, he spins his sword into a better grip, eyes focusing on the water. ...Which is a little hard when Baroona's splashing around so much.]

There's no way I'm going to see it at all if you keep screwing around like that.

[Baroona stops, if only to glare at Zelos in flustered frustration. When he speaks, he grumbles, looking away, shoulders hunched slightly around his neck. Clearly embarrassed.]

It slipped.

[Cautiously, he moves forward, trying to keep his splashing to a minimum.]

Uh huh...

[Stepping forward even more now, he shows off in how he stabs his sword forward into the water and catches the flopping, already-stabbed and barely surviving fish and pulls it out.

Gonna just toss Baroona a very obnoxious smirk.]

See? Now that's how it's done!

[Yeah, you're enjoying yourself, aren't you. Baroona gives him a prolonged flat look even as he slides the fish off the sword, "accidentally" slapping him with the tail as he pushes past him.]

Come on.

[AGGRESSIVELY LEAdS BACK TO CAMP]

Hahaha, don't be s--oof!

[Tail to the face. He splutters, stumbling back a bit before storming after Baroona in a huff.]

Hey, hey, don't hit me! [Sheathing his sword, he sees no problem in flopping forward so his arms fall around the other man's shoulders, playfully drooping part of his weight onto him even as they walk.] It was a lesson, right? ♥

[He's clearly trying to be annoying at this point.]

[despite the scowl that he gives Zelos, there's a small quirk to his lips. The barest hint of a smile. Obnoxious as he is, it feels familiar. Reminds him of friends from back home and that's enough of a comfort for him to act like this: less serious and more casual. A possible mistake, but he'll take that risk.

He doesn't try to shrug off Zelos, leaning back into the grip and away from Zelos.]

I didn't hit you. It was an accident. Fish are slippery

You can't be so careless when you're dealing with something so close to perfection! Imagine what would have happened if you cut my beautiful face, hmm?

[Tragedy, certainly. He adds more weight to his lean up until they reach their little camp and he's slipping away, fingers trailing off in a way that shows how little he minds physical contact. It's only odd when he's not the one initiating it.

Now he's stretching, stepping closer to the fire and giving a glance down at his soaked clothing.]

I'm totally drenched thanks to you.

[If he minds the contact, he doesn't show it, moving around the fire in the opposite direction of Zelos, already stripping off his shirt.]

Shouldn't I be saying that?

[Tossing his shirt onto the rocks behind him, he removes his dumb fanny pack knife holding thing before wriggling out of his pants, back turned to Zelos.]

My bag's gonna smell like fish thanks to you.

Uh, no. This was your idea, remember?

[Passing off all of the blame, he spares a glance to Baroona while he's undressing. Just enough to toss him a look and take in those scars and any other marking on him. He doesn't react, of course-- he's seen guys scarred before. And honestly this guy seemed like the type to have something like that beneath clothing.

But it did pique his interest a bit.

He at least has enough tact to not question outright, though, instead shifting to unbutton the last rings of his jacket, and then slipping his tank top off as well. Gloves, headband (this mostly for comfort), belt and pants follow, along with his shoes which he pours water out of nearby with an annoyed noise to accompany it.]

Talk about a hassle... [Hassle. Sure. He pauses from setting his shoes down, eyes trailing back over to Baroona.]

You should be thankful I caught it again after your clumsy mishap.

I'm not good with water.

[It's a mumbled statement. Not necessarily something he's proud of. Fully away of Zelos' eyes on him, he chooses to ignore it, moving instead to take a small knife out of a pocket on his pack. Takes the fish out next, laying them out on one of the flatter rocks.

One by one, he slits them open–two parallel slices behind the gills and at the tail–and reaches into each one, hooking and pulling the spine, ribs and guts out in a single motion. Throws them over the other side of the rock, glancing back at Zelos.] Get me a stick.

[He says, wiping the blood and guts off on his thighs. Because that's hygienic.]

Oh? Why not?

[The water comment gets him to look over, but seeing that whole picture with the fish guts? Not such a big deal until he smears it all over himself.]

Dude, that's seriously gross. Can't you wash it off normally or something? [JUST SAYING... But he shifts over a few steps to snap a stick off of some tree or something nearby hell if I know, walking over and passing it over.]

[He shrugs, turning to grab the stick. Impaling the fish on it–one after the other–he walks over to the fire.]

I'm used to crossing water. That's it.

[Goes back to the tree, snapping off a few more branches–this time ones shaped like little 'y's so he can make a spit. Walks back to the fire and starts to set it up.] I've never been anywhere where I've needed to know how to deal with it.

[Other than on boats. But he usually trusted the crew to mind all of that business.

With the spit set up, he sets the stick-o-fish on top of it and sits beside it. Not answering the cleanliness question because does he need to? I mean, just look at him. Even his hair is pretty grimy.]

[He drops the gross topic soon enough, because this water one is honestly more intriguing to him. Stepping back around the fire until he's on the opposite side, he finds a rock to sit on and does so. No way he's sitting on the ground without his pants, thanks.]

So you don't know how to swim.

Nope.

[He turns the stick, ignoring Zelos' movement.] Never had a reason to.

[He leans forward at that, hands resting on his knees as he sneers.]

So you couldn't have caught a fish even if you tried!

[Shooting a dry look back at Zelos.]

I can wade in the water, idiot.

Yeah, sure, but you were splashing around like a moron even in that.

[He's horrible.]

I bet you would've needed me to save you if you fell over, huh? Right?

[Baroona leans back on his elbows, tipping his head back.]

You sound eager. Are you that eager to be a shining knight?

[The barest hint of a smirk. He moves even lower, as if mocking a faint.] Should I let you practice?

[That earns a snicker from Zelos as he leans back a bit, raising one of his hands from his leg in a casual gesture.]

I don't need practice for what I already am. The Great, Mysterious and Handsome Zelos Wilder, gleaming knight for all! [He waits a moment to let that sink in before dropping his hand an looking over.]

What you really mean is that you can't stand each minute past such a missed opportunity, right? Don't worry about it too much; I'm pretty good at sweeping people off their feet no matter the activity.

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this is so dumb

but it's so cute??? zelos is actually having fun...

wow no cute.....

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